Unexpected Surprise! The Benefits of Being Mistaken for an Immortal

Therefore, taking on such a subordinate was not a bad idea.

After all, he was determined to stay hidden within the sect, signing in daily to act as a mastermind behind the scenes.

However, even with that said, he could not simply turn a deaf ear to everything happening in the outside world forever.

After all, when one is in the world of cultivation, one is often not the master of their own fate; to avoid danger and trouble, he needed some eyes and ears.

Thus, taking on a subordinate was a solid choice.

It would allow him to have someone run errands and gather information on his behalf.

Many things that were inconvenient for him to handle personally, or that he was simply too lazy to deal with, could be left to this subordinate.

After all, while a Mahayana Demon King might not amount to much in his eyes, in the wider cultivation world, such a being was undoubtedly a hegemon, and with his capabilities, he could certainly accomplish a great deal.

And so, Lin Xiaoyao accepted that wisp of soul.

Of course, he still would not reveal his true identity to the other party.

He would not leak even the slightest bit of information.

To be a mastermind behind the scenes, one had to have the mindset of one; besides, maintaining mystery was an excellent way to manage subordinates.

Wasn't it wonderful to just lurk in the shadows and watch the show?

Seeing that the other party had accepted his soul, the Demon King could not help but be overjoyed.

The heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart finally fell.

He respectfully kowtowed three more times to the statue, then, ignoring the gazes of the others, he left the temple and drifted away.

He was in a very good mood.

Today could be described as a blessing in disguise.

At the beginning, he had indeed been reckless to come and test this great being.

While kowtowing to beg for mercy and waiting, he had been filled with extreme trepidation.

Fortunately, the other party was magnanimous, not only letting bygones be bygones and forgiving his rash actions but even healing his injuries.

Consequently, he had made his decision: he was willing to serve as a master and willingly submit as a servant.

On the surface, this seemed like a foolish choice—a Mahayana Demon King voluntarily becoming a servant and binding himself; wasn't freedom better?

That was true on the surface.

If it were an ordinary True Immortal, they would certainly not be worth his allegiance.

But as for the great being before him, although he did not know who the other party was, nor did he know exactly how powerful he was, he felt that his actions were not wrong.

He even had a feeling that in front of his master, so-called True Immortals were perhaps nothing more than ants!

Therefore, voluntarily becoming a servant was not a foolish act; on the contrary, he felt he had profited.

He had profited immensely!

When people encounter happy events, they feel refreshed, and demons are no different.

And so, on this day, several fishermen casting nets on the Mutang River witnessed a scene that left them dumbstruck.

They saw the previously calm river surface suddenly explode at a certain spot, and then a blurry dragon shadow, barely visible to the naked eye, parted the spray and descended into the river.

The men looked at each other in bewilderment.

Had they just been seeing things?

"Hmph, so it was that old flood dragon from the Mutang River."

In the small courtyard, Lin Xiaoyao put away the other party's soul, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips: "As expected of a Mahayana Demon King, he has a good eye."

He was quite satisfied with the fact that the other party had acknowledged him as master.

It could be considered a win-win situation.

Well, the kind where he wins twice.

Lin Xiaoyao was in a good mood, and before long, the sound of snoring drifted out as he fell asleep on his lounge chair.

Taking a nap in the sun was one of life's greatest pleasures.

"System, sign in for me."

"Congratulations to the host for a successful sign-in. You have obtained a Youth-Preserving Pill. Would you like to claim it now?"

The mechanical, cold voice of the system echoed in his ears.

This morning, after Lin Xiaoyao finished cleaning the Founder's Shrine and eating breakfast, he was wandering around the sect as usual.

As the saying goes, take a walk after a meal, and you'll live to ninety-nine.

"Pah," he suddenly spat.

As a Saint, his lifespan was infinite; even if the heavens and worlds were destroyed, he would still endure. Living to ninety-nine—wasn't that cursing himself?

Lin Xiaoyao chuckled in spite of himself.

He didn't take the matter to heart.

For some time now, he had been living quite a comfortable life.

In the past, although he enjoyed the quiet life in the mountains, to be honest, while everything was great after transmigrating and he had no worries, there was still one shortcoming compared to his previous life: it was too boring.

There were no mobile phones and no games.

Since he could level up without needing to cultivate, he had plenty of time to squander every day, yet he had nothing to do.

Thus, he could only pass the time by planting flowers, raising fish, and reading books.

Although that wasn't bad, it was ultimately not as fun as a mobile phone.

But recently, Lin Xiaoyao had found a new toy.

Ever since he discovered that he had inexplicably been revered as a deity, and that temples of all sizes had been built for him in cities and villages for thousands of miles around, with an endless stream of incense offerings, Lin Xiaoyao had found a new way to pass the time.

He listened to the prayers of the pilgrims!

Although some of them were quite boring, there were many more that were interesting.

He could even hear a lot of gossip from the countryside, all kinds of domestic disputes and family feuds, which were simply more entertaining than the TV dramas of his past life.

After all, art comes from life, and the joys and sorrows of reality were quite interesting.

It gave him a sense of déjà vu, like binge-watching shows in his previous life.

It was enough to help him pass the boring time.

Of course, Lin Xiaoyao didn't do nothing at all; although as a Saint, he didn't care about a little bit of incense merit, helping others made him happy!

Occasionally, he would still manifest his presence.

Naturally, he would ignore inexplicable requests.

If he was annoyed, he would even send down divine punishment to mete out a small lesson.

Did they really think this deity had a good temper?

However, if it was a reasonable request for a good deed that would benefit the local people, Lin Xiaoyao would still lend a hand.

For example, praying for rain.

A few days ago, he had responded to the devout requests of a group of farmers and sent down a light rain.

As the saying goes, spring rain is as precious as oil.

It had delighted the local people to no end.

Seeing that it hadn't rained for a long time, they had been anxious and worried, so now they were naturally overjoyed, kowtowing and coming to the temple to fulfill their vows, all saying that this deity was even more effective than the Dragon King.

Consequently, the incense offerings became ten times more prosperous than before.

Having only sent down a light rain, he had reaped so much gratitude, and Lin Xiaoyao was quite satisfied. He knew the hardships of the lives of ordinary people, and he wouldn't be stingy if he could help.

After all, for him, with the Word of Law, making it rain was just a matter of a single sentence.

As for whether the Dragon King would be dissatisfied and come looking for him for stealing his job, Lin Xiaoyao wasn't worried at all.

Not to mention, where would there be a dragon within these thousands of miles?

The most powerful great demon was nothing more than the Azure Flood Dragon that had lived for ten thousand years in the Mutang River.

And that fellow was now his servant.

Even if there really were a dragon, Lin Xiaoyao wasn't bragging, but he wasn't afraid of it coming to cause him trouble; he was only afraid that the other party would be too cowardly to show up.

If a Dragon King really did come to cause him trouble, it would be exactly what he wanted.

After all, not long ago, he had signed in a Phoenix Egg from the system, intending to hatch it as his mount. As for a Dragon King...

Using one to pull a carriage seemed pretty good.

However, one dragon didn't seem majestic enough; it would be best if more came, all used to pull his carriage, so that he would have some real style!